Tales from the O-NO Ranch

Another year has just jetted by and I struggle to remember all that I said or did that would merit much (if any) attention at all. It was not a banner year, as I remember years of that gender in the past. A good part of its failure to measure up for me could be of my own making.

The following poem may throw you at first, but in the end there is redemption if you grasp the full meaning of my wanderings in these verses.